Moments with Michael

I love you

I know this is one is a little short, and I'm sorry about that. I hope you like it anyways, and if you want to, you can comment your thoughts, I would love to read that! 

It's the year 1985. You have been a fan of Michael your whole life, and just a year and a half ago, the unthinkable happened. You met, became friends, and he fell in love with you as you have always been with him. Even now, when you lay together on the couch, you can have a hard time believing it.

"Michael?" I ask, and he turns his head to look questioning at me.

"Why did you choose me?" I continue. That makes him sit up from his relaxed position, turning to me and looking me in the eyes.

"Don't you know?" He asks ever so gently, placing one of his hands on my cheek.

"No" I admit, looking down to avoid eye contact with him. "I mean, there's literally no good reason! I'm not extraordinary in any way. Not in beauty, in intelligence, in kindness..."

With his other hand under my chin, he lifts my head to look me in the eyes again. I know exactly what he will say, I know that he will deny everything, I said. He'll say it's not true, he'll tell me how special he thinks I am. But I know it's not true, it can't be true.

"I know what you're gonna say, I know that you're gonna tell me it's not true, but... why?? I was just a fan, one out of many millions. So many girls loved you, still loves you, and many of them are beautiful, are smart, have a heart of gold. I'm not special compared to all of them. So why me?"

He sighs lightly and shakes his head a bit.

"Don't you understand it?" He says in that soft voice of his. That voice that just melts me inside, makes me want to hug him and kiss him and get lost in his touch. But now is not the time for that.

"I don't care how many other girls are out there, you're the only one who matters to me! You know I love my fans, you know that better than anyone. And yet it was you I fell in love with. It was you who touched my heart in that special way." He continues, placing his free hand on the left side of his chest, right over his heart. "Because to me, you are much more than anyone else could ever be. I can't describe it, I can't even begin to understand my feelings for you. I just know that I simply adore every little part of you! I know that I don't want to be away from you for a second, that I need you close to me, to feel alive and happy. I know that I love you, sweetheart."

"I love you too, Michael, I really do. And I'm sorry I have to ask you this so many times. I just... I just don't understand why anyone would want me" I respond, hopelessness filling my voice.

He looks at me with those big, brown eyes, filled with compassion and love.

"I don't understand why anyone wouldn't!" He answers "And you're not bothering me, not in any way! What bothers me is knowing that you feel this way. I want you to be happy! And you should know that every time you're not, you can tell me, and I will do anything in my power to make my princess happy again." A goofy smile shines on his face as he ends his sentence, tapping me lightly on the nose and making me giggle.

"Thank you" I tell him sincerely. "You know what? The best thing you can do is just to be with me. Your presence makes me happy" I answer, not being able to keep a happy smile from my lips as I lean forwards to kiss his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, and all over his cute face. I can see him smiling, happiness filling his eyes under my touch. As the prankster he have taught me to be, I can't help but take the opportunity, now that he's off guard, to start tickling him. He instantly lets out a scream and twists his body to get away from me. I stop the attack, laughing at his offended expression.

"What did you do that for?!" He laughs. "You know what? That's another thing I love about you. You're so silly!" He continues, running his hand through my hair and making it look like an absolute mess.

"I love that you don't have a problem with that" I reply, as I lay down with my head in his lap, looking up into his eyes.

"I love that you speak your mind"

"I love that you doesn't get offended by it"

"I love that you smile so much!"

"I love that you give me reason to!"

"And I love the most that I know you love me too" He says, finishing the little "argument" of ours.

Without words, I just sit up again and pulls him in close to me. Our faces are millimeters from each other when I answer him: "I sure do". He closes the last space between us when he plants a soft kiss on my lips, making me feel like heaven just came down to earth.

I wrap my arms around his neck, keeping him close to me and leading him to only intensify the kiss. I can feel his tongue on my bottom lip, begging me for entrance, which I give him after only a second. Happiness fills me at the feeling of him so close to me, and I find myself unable to think of anything but this moment right now, and this man who, against all odds, became mine.